The Nosebleed Section

For my people in the front (front) In the Nosebleed Section (section) This is for the heads that's loving the mix My people in the front, all covered in spit Batters in the box (uh), Suffa to pitch (what) Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch And we the funk leaders, punks, you can't beat us We bump and pump meters, we drunk, you chumps need us So, jump with us, down in the front entrance (if it's your flavour) Your flavour, come get drunk with us (woo!) This life turned out nothing like I had planned (why not?) By now, I should've had some land Some money in my hand, 'round about 50 grand But I got nothing (nothin'), I write rhymes on the bus I keep suffering (sufferin'); fuck the lines of the dust You keep sniffing, that shit is for the punk hoes (whoa) This shit is for my bros, my people in the front row You know I looked around, for faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row You know I looked around, for faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row I got hip-hop taste buds I wanna hear that bass when I make love I wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up Write rhymes to get me through a break-up, bitch! Rough like whisky straight, no chaser Went through 50 breaks, no flavour 'Til I found this one, and made the Bass hook with the drum, my saviour This is the comeback, tongue that's sharp like a thumbtack It's so tight, James is saying, "Give my funk back" One track, eight track, ADAT, residual noise Band funk that we claim with the digital toys I'm the apache, you're failing to match me Throw your hands in the air like you're hailing a taxi (taxi!) And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you drunk bro? This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row You know I looked around, for faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row You know I looked around, for faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row People don't complain' if Suffa's in here And you're in the front row, all covered in beer And club owners don't say, "The place is wrecked, it's your fault" (uh-huh) If the roof is on fire, it's an electrical fault Man, I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live Like Friday night footy, in my hoody I can hide I get live on the breaks, son, like Pace One Lads, if you're heading to the bar, grab your mates one Ladies come chill, come rock with me, honey I got like half a mil' in Monopoly money There's no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand And take a plane to Japan and drink saké with the mafia Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gaddafi A dinner date, followed by a funk show We'll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row You know I looked around, for faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row You know I looked around, for faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row Put me here and I'm all yours Not for the money and it's not for the applause No, oh no, no, no (it's for the nosebleed section) You know I looked around, for faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row You know I looked around, for faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row